Chapter 40 Grandma, why?
Blood mixed with internal organs and meat fell to the ground.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.
A thread of blood slowly retracted into the metal glove in his hand.
"Ah, husband, why did you cover my eyes? I can't see anything."
The moment he made his move just now, he covered Lin Yuxi's eyes again.
If she saw these things, she would definitely not be able to sleep at night.
But she was not a fool.
Smelling the blood in the air, she knew that someone had died again.
But she didn't know how bloody the scene was.
Wu Meiniang's pupils shrank on the side.
Five innate early stages were killed instantly.
What kind of strength is this person?
Even she, a peak martial artist, can't do such a thing.
And this person looks very young.
Is he an old monster who took the beauty pill?
But how could such a person appear in the secular world?
While she was thinking, the middle-aged man who hadn't taken action yet pretended to be calm on the surface.
But he was panicking in his heart.
Although he has reached the level of martial arts master.
But he can't kill these five people instantly like pigs and dogs.
If he knew that this job was so dangerous, he would never take this job.
Now everyone is so embarrassed.
Should he stay and say a few polite words, or run away?
If he talks nonsense and angers the killer on the opposite side, will he see the sun tomorrow?
But if he turns around and runs, isn't this a bit too unrighteous?
Just as he hesitated, Jiang Chuan stood up from the chair.
This action scared the middle-aged man so much that his legs softened and he knelt directly.
"Senior, senior, let's talk it over. I'm just an assistant."
"You are so generous, let me go."
Jiang Chuan scratched his nose.
"Now I want to take them away, do you have any objections?"
"No, no."
Just kidding, if he dares to say a word, his end will definitely not be better than those unlucky guys.
Rather than dying unclearly, it is better to bow your head and admit your mistakes.
Who lets his fist be bigger than his?
Jiang Chuan's eyes did not fall on him.
At this moment, a familiar figure appeared behind the middle-aged man.
A sword directly pierced the middle-aged man's throat.
It was common to slowly pull it out.
The middle-aged man covered his throat with both hands, but it was still difficult to stop the gushing blood.
With a plop, his body fell to the ground, twitched a few times and stopped moving.
The seventh floor owner heard the movement here, came over to take a look, and saw this scene in front of him.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with her.
But these bastards dared to dirty her building ship.
Even the people behind them did not dare to die here.
"Come on, clean this place for me."
"Yes."
A group of people rushed in quickly.
The body parts were discarded.
The blood on the ground was wiped dry.
Watching buckets of red blood water being carried out and replaced with new lake water.
Repeated seven or eight times, this place was cleaned up.
After sprinkling some petals, the bloody smell in the air disappeared.
Only then did the seventh floor owner set his eyes on Jiang Chuan again.
"I don't care who you are. You must give me an explanation for dirtying my place."
Jiang Chuan suddenly disappeared from the spot, and appeared in front of her again.
He slapped her in the face with his backhand.
The seventh floor owner flew backwards and hit the opposite wall.
He barely managed to stabilize his body, so that he didn't make himself very embarrassed.
But the red handprint on his face was extremely clear.
Wu Meiniang's scalp was numb and her hair stood on end.
I never thought that he would dare to attack the floor owner.
And the most outrageous thing is that he actually hit him.
What's wrong with this world!
That's the floor owner, Wu Zong.
You pervert just beat him up like this. Are you going to heaven!
He complained in his heart, but his eyes were full of excitement.
Thighs, thick thighs.
Very thick ones.
Jiang Chuan didn't know what was going on in her head.
The moment the Seventh Floor Master just stood firm, he had already appeared less than two meters away from her.
A fierce momentum locked onto her.
The Seventh Floor Master was so scared that she didn't dare to move.
"Now let's talk about my wife's problem."
"Did you ask for my opinion when you brought her here for auction?"
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gradually regained his composure.
"Do you know where this place is?"
"Jiang Yue Tower. So what?"
"Then you shouldn't know who is behind Jiang Yue Tower?"
Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows.
"Why, he is so awesome? Even if he is the emperor of Daxia, as long as he dares to touch my woman, his fate will be the same."
"So, now you can start your performance. Let me see who is so ignorant of life and death."
The Seventh Floor Master was choked by his lawless momentum and dared not speak.
She was really afraid that this guy would do that kind of thing.
At this moment, an old woman limped out from the side with a cane.
"Hehe, I'm really sorry. It's just a misunderstanding. We didn't mean to target you."
"We are deeply sorry for this."
The pupils of the seventh floor owner shrank.
I didn't expect her to say that.
"Xiao Qi, give this lady 10 million black crystals."
"Don't worry about the other side. And we can't control it."
Although she didn't say it clearly, the seventh floor owner is a smart person.
Naturally, he knows the subtext of this sentence.
"Yes, grandma."
She took off the ring on her hand casually.
There is not only a deposit certificate of 10 million black crystals in it, but the ring itself is also worth a million.
Compared to these 10 million black crystals, this ring is not worth mentioning at all.
Jiang Chuan didn't expect this old woman to be so sensible.
He took the ring she handed over and nodded slightly.
"Okay, this matter ends here. But if there is a next time, you'd better prepare the coffin in advance."
The two did not speak.
Jiang Chuan hugged Lin Yuxi and left leisurely.
Wu Meiniang followed the two carefully, and actually left here with them.
This made her very excited.
The seventh floor owner looked at the backs of the three people rowing away, and a puzzled look appeared on his face.
"Grandma, why?"
Although she guessed some possibilities.
But she still wanted to hear her say it herself.
"Haha. You guessed it, didn't you?"
"Then what is his cultivation level?"
"At least the Martial King."
It is very difficult for a cultivator to improve his realm.
The previous acquired and innate are okay.
With the accumulation of resources, it is still possible to break through.
But when it comes to the martial arts master, there are rigid requirements for the quality of the martial soul.
At least a 3rd-grade martial soul is required to become a martial arts master.
Four bottles reach the martial arts master.
The seventh grade can theoretically reach the martial arts saint. But this is just theory.
There are only a handful of people who can really become martial arts saints in the entire Daxia Dynasty.
In the royal family, there is only one ancestor who has reached the martial arts saint.
When Qi Qiqi heard that the young man had reached such a high level, he couldn't help but take a breath.
"So exaggerated. Could he be an old monster?"
Grandma shook her head slightly.
"No, he won't be more than a hundred years old at most."
